Cosmic Co-op

Do You understand
You are a Member of
a Cosmic
Co-operative of Artists?

Formed when
The Original Artist
Burst into
a Billion Fractals of Light,
Each with a
Singular Assignment:

Help Create Your Place
in The Cosmos
with the
Art Supplies
of Human Form and
Mother Earth Materials.

What The Creator
has in Mind
has been Planted
in Your Soul
from The Beginning,
a Work of Art
to Stun the Stars
Who Watch You Work.

But, You Must
Transcend the Fear

of Failure,
of No Talent,
of Competing with
Other Geniuses
(You Are One),
of Dying before
You Finish.
(No Worries,
You Will Live Forever.)

You have Two Tasks:

Create Your Genius Art
and Help Your Fellow
Painters and Writers,
Singers and Dancers,
Dream Makers and
Crafters of Every
Piece of
The Creator’s Imagination,
to Master Their Fears.

Together You Will Fill
The Louvre of Love.

(Photo By Amy Leigh Bernard; UnSplash)

 

The Veil

It’s as if
Your Soul is a Painting
of astonishing Beauty,
One-of-a-Kind
from the Creator’s Brush.

Then Your Soul is
Hidden,
beneath a thin Veneer
of Canvas –
call it The Veil –

and You,
an Artist Your Self,
Offspring of
The Creator,
are handed
Brushes and Palette and Paint
and Your Creator
invites You to
Make Your Soul
a Work of Art,

but Casts a Spell
whereby You forget
What lies Beneath
the Veneer.

Perhaps the First Time
You Make a Mess of It.

Or, You Surrender
Your Brushes
to Others
You deem Better Artists
than You.
Who Make of You
a Portrait
You don’t even
Recognize.

Or You may Create
a Thing of Beauty.

But, after a Time,
You Return
with Your Painting,
to The Creator,
Who carefully
removes the Veneer
and hangs it in
The Gallery of Soulful Art.

Then, if You Wish,
another Veil
is carefully applied
over the Eternal Beauty of
Your Soul,
The One Painted by
The Creator.

And so it goes,
as many times
as You Wish.

But the Time may come,
when The Light
is Right,
that You See
through The Veil,
and Your Joyful Task
becomes to
Use Your Brushes
to Reveal
The Perfect Beauty
that lies
Beneath The Veneer.

(Photo by Frankie Cordoba; UnSplash)

 

Globalism

When I was a Child
I was given
a Globe,
small enough to
hold in My hands.

Inside was God.

Outside was Everything Else.

My Task
of a Lifetime
was to get inside
The Globe
with God
and
leave The World
Outside.

Except, perhaps,
to convince
a Few Others
to get
God Globes
of Their Own.

We God Globalists
Knew that
All that would
Survive
The Coming Catastrophe
must be
In a Globe.
All Else would Perish.

A few years ago
I dropped
My Globe and
It Shattered.

Love spilled
Everywhere.

It’s possible
I’m not
too Old
to Learn
How To
Spread It Around.

Oh, Also:

There’s a Globe
I’m just now
Seeing.
There seems to be
No End to It.

As Near as
I can tell,

It Contains
Everything.

(Photo by Greg Rakozy; UnSplash)

 

How Would You Feel?

How would You Feel
if You were persuaded
beyond
any Reasonable Doubt
that

The You that is
You –
call it Your Soul –
transcends
by Light Years in Space and
Millennia in Time

that cute little
Biped You
sometimes Believe
You’re confined to.

If You knew
the Light that is
Streaming You
is The Same Light
that Birthed
Your Beaming,
and
It’s All One Light,

and The Light
is measured by
Units of
Love, Joy, Peace and
Laughter,

not so much by
carefully conducted
Experiments
in the Efficacy of
Thoughts,

Would You consider
conducting
Experiments
in the Efficacy of
Asking Your
Soul,

How Do You
Feel?

(Photo by Bianca Berndt; UnSplash)

 

Spooky

You know about
“Spooky Action
At a Distance,”
right?

Wherein the
Mechanics Who
tinker with
Entangled Quantums

discovered that
if You Tickle
a Pet Particle
Here,
another Pet Particle,
at an Imagined
Infinite Distance,
also Giggles,

as if They are
The Same Creature.

What if It’s True that
The Infinite Lover,
Who Launched You
into The Infinite,
in a
Burst of Light,

Who sometimes seems to
Love
at an Infinite Distance,

Laughs with You,
when Tickled by
Your Experience,

as if They are
actually You?

(Photo by National Cancer Institute: UnSplash)

 

Mission Possible

I was taught that
My Mission
is to
Worship and Obey
The Creator,

but I’ve since
come to believe
that’s some sort of
scrivener’s error,

since The Love
that spawned
a trillion Fractals
from Its Light,
including
You and Me,
burns on Love,
not bruised knees and
smudged foreheads
from bowing down.

Then I believed
that Love
sent Us here
to some sort of
Earth School of
Hard Knocks,

to Learn to
fend off
gut punches of Fear
with the Embrace
of Love,

a step in
The Right Direction
I suppose.

But now I’m
Wondering if
there’s Something
that transcends
earning a Black Belt in
Divine Self-Defense.

I’m learning that
My Soul
is connected to
The Mystery,
and
In The Mystery
there is
what Some call
Heaven,

and I’m beginning to
Believe that
My Mission,
if I choose to accept it,
is to
Follow My Soul
Into The Mystery,
gather up armloads
of Heaven,
and bring them
Down to Earth.

(Photo by Nghia Le; UnSplash)

 

Thy Will Be Done

Are You Aware
that You’re
like a Fish
Swimming
in the Love
that Created You?

When You breathe
that’s what
You breathe in?

That You can’t
possibly Live
anywhere else?

That You’d Be
that proverbial
Fish Out of Water?

Are You Aware
that the entire
Ocean is Yours
to swim in?
Anywhere You
Wish?

That if You
continually
ask the Love
that You
Swim in,

“Where should
I Swim?
What is
Your Will?”

The Love
that is also
Light and Laughter

Laughs

and says to You,

“Where do You
want to Swim?
Not My Will,
but Thine
be done.”

(Photo by David Clode; UnSplash)

 

Flame

You are a Flame,

Lit from
The Flame of
all Flames.

But do You
spend Your days,
or even sleepless nights,
imagining
You must be
Lit by
Someone else’s
Book
of Matches?

Or, even worse,
taught that
The Flame
of You
will one day
be extinguished?

Or told
Your Flame
does not
burn brightly
enough?

Or do You
Fear
Your Flame
is too Strange,
sparked as if from
some Other
Fire?

Or, Fear of all Fears,
imagined by
The Priests of Fear,
that, somehow,
Your Flame was
Lit in Hell?

There is only
One Fire,
One Flame,
its Fuel is Pure.
Love
not tainted by
Condition or Judgment.

You are that Flame.

(Photo by Paul Bulai; UnSplash)

 

A Walk On the Wild Side

Even if
You don’t have
a degree, like Me,
in Bible Lit –
why would You? –
Mine was by
default,

You know
The Story:

Disciple Peter
sees Jesus
making Light of
The Laws of
Physical Reality,

Walking where
only fish should
tread,
hiking the Waves
in sandals made
for sand.

Peter cries out,
“Me too, please.”
(I want to Be
more like Peter.)

Jesus says,
“Come on over,”
like He usually does.

Peter leaves
the boat –
Step 1, if You’re
taking Notes –
and

Walks On Water!

When Fear
overwhelms Him –
Fear disapproves of
Walking On Water –

Jesus steps in
and gives Peter
a hand up –
that’s what
Love does –
and

Peter learns about
Fear and Love
and
Walking On Water.

Where’s the Water
You want to
Walk On?

Never Mind
The Fear.

Love’s got You.

(Photo by Les Scope; UnSplash)

 

A Shadow of Your Self

The Divinity
that expresses
Itself as
You

does not require
a Religion
to Be
You
and All That Is.

As if
The Love
that burst into
a trillion Fractals
needs a Ritual,
a Rule Book,
an Owner’s Manual
to
Shine.

But We Fractals
often Believe
we need Rules
to simply
Be
The Light,
Moment-by-Moment,

for Fear
that We will
cease to
Be
The Divinity
We Are.

As if
We are Somehow
assembling
Our Selves
into the Divine,
Step-by-Step,
Rule-by-Rule,

when,
In Truth,

The Divine
can only
Shine,

and Your
Owner’s Manual
just makes
You appear
to be a
Shadow of
Your Self.

(Photo by Tom Barrett; UnSplash)